Talon had tracked Olivia back to her apartment last week, a move he had predicted. There were only so many places she could go after learning she wasn't even safe at her parent's house.

He had fun watching Olivia and her friends secure her apartment. It wouldn't stop him if he tried…but he was going to give her the illusion of safety for the moment. All according to his plan.

So far this week, Olivia had slept in two days of work thanks to him messing with her alarms on the hidden mirror app he installed on her phone. He could see everything.

Everything.

“Olivia,” he tsked, unzipping his pants, “you naughty girl. Watching some hentai tonight, are we?”

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It was torture being without her, but some hidden part of Talon was satisfied spying on her watching porn, getting off together without her knowing. He could only guess when she came, though, based on how long she watched. He thought about texting her something like, “🐙,” in honor of the tentacle hentai they just watched…but that might clue her in.

He didn’t want her to put too many things together just yet. First, she had to lose her internship, which meant he needed to maintain access to her phone. She couldn’t suspect anything for at least another few days. Maybe a week.

Talon sighed, looking down at his twitching cock, already getting hard again at the thought of Olivia becoming dependent on him. Without a job, she’d be more stressed, more desperate.

More willing to say yes to him.

“Yes, yes,” he panted, his hand stroking faster. “Olivia…”